The Eyes Are The Mirror Of The

I Think The Big Danger Of Madness Is Not Madness Itself, But The Habit Of Madness. What I Discovered During The Time I Spent In The Asylum Is That I Could Choose Madness And Spend My Whole Life Without Working, Doing Nothing, Pretending To Be Mad. It Was A Very Strong Temptation.

Today I Am A Woman Torn Between The Terror That Everything Might Change And The Equal Terror That Everything Might Carry On Exactly The Same For The Rest Of My Days.

Over-anxiety Ultimately Banishes Every Trace Of Joy From Life.

Sometimes It Is Impossible To Stop The River Of Life.

True Love Allows Each Person To Follow His Or Her Own Path, Aware That Doing So Can Never Drive Them Apart.